Page 63 of Won't Let Go
This is my person.
The person who’s always been my person, even before I knew it.
His gentle smile warms me as Big rumbles the usual wedding vows. I squeeze Josh’s hands to share some of my calm through our connection.
“Do you, White Boy, take Jade, to be your old lady?”
“Fuck yes, I do!” he howls, and the entire room erupts in laughter as those tears in Josh’s eyes trickle down his face, despite his sexy, lopsided smirk. Loretta steps in and dabs her son’s cheeks with a tissue.
“You got this, kiddo,” she whispers to him and pats me on the shoulder as Big turns that penetrating gaze on me.
“Do you, Jade, Sacred Sister, badass survivor, mother of Hunter, take this Sacred Sinner, White Boy, to be your old man?”
An eerie quiet washes over the room as everyone waits for my response.
Taking my time, I focus on Josh, his blond hair and blue eyes, that mouth and big heart. Beneath the leather cut and white t-shirt lies the man I fell in love with. My friend. My protector.
Dropping Josh’s hands, I press against him and cup his face. “I love you. So, of course, I’ll marry you.” Throwing tradition out the window, I lift on my tippy toes and press my lips to Josh’s. His responding groan and hands claiming my ass seal us as husband and wife.
There are catcalls, and I think Big says some other words, but when Josh’s tongue meets mine, the world fades to nothing, and it’s just us. It’s just us as he lifts me, wraps my legs around his waist, and carries me to his bedroom. It’s just us as we tear our clothes off in a mad dash to be together. It’s just us as we fuck like two horny teenagers, starving for attention.
And I can never get enough.
Not when we shower together, after we’re covered in sweat, and he pushes me against the wall and fucks me from behind. Not when we stumble from the bathroom, covered in water, and attempt to dry off, but decide that’s a waste of time, when we use the sheets to finish the job as I shove him on the mattress, and mount him.
Grinding on my husband’s thick cock, he holds my breasts as he pulses inside me, and I revel in his hoarse moans.
“Fuck, Jade. Fuck.”
“We. Have...” Holding his pecs for balance, my eyelids flutter as I draw closer to no return. “Oh.”
“Go on. Come on my cock, wife.”
Heeding his demand, I fall into nirvana, and he’s right there with me, moaning as we finish together.
Breathing heavy, I drop to my side and spread out on the mattress beside my husband. My ankle rests over his as I stare up at the ceiling, in a drunken, post-orgasmic daze.
“Damn.” He sighs. “Pretty sure my dick’s gonna fall off tomorrow.”
On a half-assed chuckle, I throw my boneless arm out to slap him. “I’ll tape it back on.”
“Promise?”
I hum. “I hear superglue works.”
“Yeah. I suppose it might.” Josh smacks his dick, and I watch it swing to the side before settling, all curved and thick against his lower belly. “I dunno how the hell I’m still hard when I’ve been shooting dust for the last hour.”
I shrug. “Demigod? Virginal powers? Making up for lost time?”
“Marrying my soulmate?” he adds, and my silly heart gives a thump at that.
I can’t believe I’m married.
Sure, we didn’t go to the courthouse yet, but something tells me that’s already handled, given my husband is a Sacred Sinner, and we’re on lockdown.
Turning onto my side, I tuck the pillow under my cheek. Josh mimics my pose, and we scooch in close. Tangling our legs together, noses a few inches apart, we hold hands.
“I still haven’t gotten my brand yet,” he whispers like we’re sharing a secret, even though we’re the only two people in the room.
